It’s vital as we postulate and work toward exploration and human settlement beyond Earth. I like to think of the possibilities of sustaining humanity’s continuum, with preserved recorded history way beyond the life of our Sun.
Hot air expands, and seriously pompous attitude is the inflation of choice by those lacking substance.
It is interesting to note that poetry, a literary device whose very construct involves the use of words, is itself the word of choice by persons grasping to describe something so beautiful it is marvelously ineffable.
What appears to us solid is ultimately both a particle and a wavelength, and on that realm everything behaves as both a particle and a wave.
Poetry absolves spirituality from the dividedness of religions and provides us with a sanctuary that excludes no one.
Gossip can be entertaining: occasionally, I’ve heard the most fascinating things about myself I never knew.
To paraphrase the great poet Dante, the heavens swirl above us and our eyes are still cast to the ground.
Only Love conceives things worthy enough to stand greater than individual accomplishment.
Love is not blind. Love sees what is most true.
Corporately contrived art product replaces inspired intellectual property with ineffectual poperty.
Any leaders who disappoint the people, ideals and promises by which they were appointed are by definition themselves dis-appointed.
Leadership is not about being important, it’s about serving something important.
The only sins are violations of Love.
Your mouth on mine our bridge to cross and serve where we would go. Utopia of sensations the flesh could never know.
Apart from Love, which is not a human emotion, of all the rest my last words would best read: It’s all for the experience.
I am sacred when you love me. I am your sanctuary, you are mine.
Remembrance of our kiss brings not your lips nor mine to mind. The flesh can only envy consumption so divine.
When we love there is no reason why.
Any time a body goes outside the environmental conditions for which it developed it has to acclimate.
We’ve been there on World Wars, it’s time for World Party I.